Marras from Kleveresk by Scythralisa

And this is how the predators are taken
away from nature, forced to be the pets.
Their fangs are blunt, their essences forsaken,
their marriage beds are the procrustes' beds.

And this is how the predators are blending
with others in their fear of demise.
The darkness falls, the fall is never-ending,
with season borders being compromised.

The frost that gnaws the bones is now improper,
just like my love. The snow is an offense.
I make no sense, I am a dreamless hoper
for winter in the era of defense.

And this is how we are the fading ember
that doesn't know the taste of being fire.
And this is how I lose you in November,
and lose myself. And this is how I die.

29.10.2020 – 30.10.2020

Voice: Lucas L.


Он говорил, там снова темно и сыро,
снег всё никак не вспомнит дорогу вниз.
Агония межсезонья, больные ритмы,
время разбито. Мир, заражённый тьмой.

Здесь я смотрю в окно и не вижу мира.
Небо и снег не знают своих границ
и сокращают тьму белоснежной бритвой.
Часть этой тьмы теперь навсегда со мной.

24.12.2020

Voice: Alisa

• melancholic
• piano
• Ambient
• dark ambient
• Russia